I like the discipline to
Face the waves and
Drown inside of them
My nature is to spin like a
Grain of sand whenever a tide comes in
The certainties have shifted
Words deleted incompleted
The hissing drift of wintering
Scalded scar of his words leaves a stain
No tomorrows
Left in shadow
Like beggars we would meet again
In the months to come and the years
Exchanging consciousness
Exchanging reason and tears
Released from all the pain
Only a bittersweet saver remains
And the par??? have to glow
A trace of that state of floating is